I'm back!!! And still alive, too!!! Whoop-eee!!!!

Warning: Lemonish implications ahead.

Disclaimer's Note: See. First. Chapter. You. Evil. Lawyers.

* * * * *A Smile And a Kiss—Chapter 3—Decisions, Decisions, Decisions* * * * *

The phone rang, startling Oliver, who had been close to falling asleep anyway. Waiting for Robert was like a guessing game. When it came to being somewhere on time, Robert was super-punctual. Except when it came to his work. Being master of his own castle meant that there was always paperwork of some sort to be completed and filed. Sometimes, Robert would get too wrapped up in his work. When it came to his work, Robert could even be up to 2 hours late for something.

"Hello?" Robert answered. Oliver was beginning to sincerely hope that this phone call had nothing to do with paperwork. He'd been waiting for Robert to finish up for 45 minutes already.

"Oh…umm…hello Officer…" Oliver perked up upon hearing this. Officer? As in a cop? Why on Earth would a cop be calling Robert, especially at this time of night? Unless they were calling about…

"No Officer, I haven't heard anything about him. I wasn't even aware he was missing. Are you sure he's missing? Maybe he just went out somewhere for a little while, and forgot to phone home." Robert was absent-mindedly chewing on a pencap. It was a nervous habit of his that he'd developed, chewing on things, usually made out of soft plastic, whenever he was uncomfortable.

"He's been missing for days!!!! What the--? Where on Earth could he be? Are you sure you've searched everywhere!!!" Robert exclaimed, sounding surprised. Oliver knew this was just some great acting on Robert's part. The officer was obviously calling about Johnny. All of the Majestics knew where Johnny was—at Mr. Dickenson's house in Japan. None of them were willing to confess this, however, as it meant that Johnny would be returned home to Glasgow, back to his drunken father.

"Umm…sorry Officer, but I'm afraid I'm going to be rather busy for a little while. Tax season has just ended, so now I have to go back and re-file all my receipts and bills and the like. I also have a guest from France staying…" Robert's eyes wandered over to Oliver "so I'm afraid I may be rather hard to contact. I'll try to help out as much as I can though."

There was a pause as Robert listened to the officer.

"Yes Officer, good evening to you, too. I sincerely hope you find Johnny. I'm terribly worried about him."

Another pause.

"Good night." Robert hung up the phone, then slouched over his desk in exhaustion.

"Heya, Robbie." Robert felt Oliver's arms wrap around him, his head resting in the crook of Robert's neck. "Wassup? I know they were calling about Johnny."

Robert sighed. "I don't know. I honestly hope they don't call back. I'm the only person out of all of us that can not afford to lie to the police. I'm royalty. I'm supposed to be enforcing the laws, not breaking them."

"How are you breaking them?"

"Lying to police is breaking the law. It's known as 'obstructing justice.' " Robert stated. Smirking, he added "And you'll never guess what I just did."

"Yes I will, oh Sarcastic Smirking Wonder. You 'obstructed justice', didn't you?"

"Yup." Then Robert groaned. "So it's all one big mess for me, as you can plainly see."

"And just think, Robert—if you'd come upstairs on time instead of keeping me waiting, you would be discovering this message on your answering machine tomorrow morning, and you wouldn't be complaining now."

"How do you know I wouldn't be complaining?"

"Trust me." Oliver growled low. "You wouldn't be."

Robert chuckled. "If you say so. Although you can be rather evil at times…"

"If it will get you upstairs, then I promise you there'll be no evilness tonight."

"Really?"

"Vraiment." (A/N: French for "really" or "truly.")

"D'accord." (A/N: French for "OK.")

And off the two went, upstairs, to do things too citrusy to be written here.

* * * * *

*Lemon scene here*

* * * * *The Next Morning* * * * *

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

That yell could only mean one thing. Yup, Robert was seriously stressed.

"DAMN, &%*#$@$$!@#$&^*&^% COPS!!!" (A/N: Don't ask me what he said).

"What did they do now?"

"I swear, they're stalking me."

"Robert—two things:

        1) You mean they can actually find you to stalk you in this humongous place you call a castle?

        2) They can't stalk you. They're police. Stalking people is against the law."

"Then explain why I have 229 different messages all from them, and all communicating the same basic thing."

"Umm…they got bored?"

"Would they send me the same message, just with different wording, repeatedly if they got bored?"

"When I'm bored, I'm constantly checking my Oekaki to see if anyone's posted comments." (A/N: Oekaki is Japanese for "doodle". It's also a type of message board where you draw pictures using a special program on the Internet, post the pictures, and then other people comment on them. Check out oekakicentral.com for more details).  

Robert sighed.

"You're exhausted." Oliver commented. He looked puzzled for a moment, then his face lit up. "Hey! I know! How about we both go back to my house for a week, so you can get away from it all?!" Oliver said eagerly.

Robert thought for a moment. "I've got a better idea. How about we contact Enrique and all hook up in Japan so we can keep an eye on Johnny?"

Oliver looked impressed. "That's even better."

* * * * *

Sorry for not updating this fic in a while. I figure I kinda owe you guys—I think I said earlier I'd update on the 10th review and I got 12 or something like that. So tell you what—

Want me to write Robert and Oliver's lemon scene? Tell me so in your review.

Next chapter will be strictly Bladebreakers, I promise (considering most of you are big Bladebreaker fans).

Like I said earlier, reviews inspire me, and I write when I'm inspired.